Well, here's my latest fic. I've been really looking forward to post this up for a while! Please enjoy!

NOTE: If you see any numbers in parenthesis written after a word, look for a foot note after the chapter.

Based on the movie and novel, Coraline (1) ...

They say that you should be grateful for what you have in life. They say you should be happy that you have a home, a family, clothing, and even neighbors...

Well that's better said than done.

Me? My life stinks. No, wait, that's an under statement. My life sucks!

Why? Let me give you a few reasons...

1.) MY HOME- Well, my home before I moved was fine. It's the one that I have now that stinks. It royally sucks. After my parents divorced and my grandparents on my mom's side of the family died, we moved into their crappy old house. This place is so old, the wallpaper is literally peeling off of the wall. I'd rather live with Dad!

2.) MY FAMILY- My mom never understands me. Last time I checked, she thinks I wear pink, frilly, puffy clothes. Has she seen what I wear? Does she ever notice that I shop at Hot Topic?! Does she even notice my hair?! I dyed it teal for crying out loud! My brother thinks of every possible way to annoy me. And my dad? Although he doesn't live with me anymore, when he did, all he ever talked about was work, work, work (it's a wonder why Mom didn't decide to divorce earlier).

3.) MY BOYFRIEND- Or should I say my ex-boyfriend. Apparently, when Trent found out I was moving, he thought I would move far enough that I would attend another school. When I saw him the next morning, I caught him kissing the school's resident b*tch, Heather. He's trying to apologize to me right now, but if I see him again, I think I would breath fire.

4.) MY NEIGHBOR- The line "love your neighbors", like being grateful for all you have, is better said then done. My new neighbor is this kid named Cody. He's a year younger than me, but that kid has been trying to hit on me since I moved here. I'm trying to just ignore him right now, but he never gives up! Last time, he accidentally admitted to me that he's a hentai (2) otaku (3)...Well, there goes his chances for anything with me.

5.) MY NAME- My name is Gwenneth "Gwen" Ariel Salesta. I have nothing against my last name. It actually sounds kind of cool. Nothing against my nickname or my middle name either... It's my first name that really creases me. Who in the hell is named Gwenneth? Couldn't I be name Gwendolyn instead?! At least that has a nice ring to it.

Most times, I wish that my life could have went my way. I wish that I could just rewrite everything the way I want it to. Trent would still be with me and not be the two timer he is now, Cody would be more of an okay kid, I would live in a house that actually doesn't reek of pig guts, and that my name would be Gwendolyn instead of Gwenneth.

If only I could just rewrite everything...

... But as they say...

Be careful what you wish for...

I slammed the door as I slowly walked into the moldy house that I, unfortunately, called "home". My mom was in the kitchen cooking food and my brother...

... Is that my diary he's copying down into a laptop?!

"Damien!!" I shouted off as I ran into his room in total fury. I gotta say, luck really hates me. Damien got the cleanest room in the house and I got stuck with a room that had about fifteen spiderwebs at each corner. "What the hell are you doing with my diary?!"

As soon as he heard my yelling, he quickly slammed the Apple shut and mumbled down a, "Shit, I knew I should've closed the door!"

Tough luck kid. None of these doors can keep shut after using them four times anyways.

"I said-"

"Yeah, I know what you said," the brat responded as he got off of his seat a bit. "Look, I was just looking for inspiration for my new blog and since you kept a diary, I, well... Ah, screw this!" After failing to make a convincing excuse, he made a mad dash towards the door while I just stood there, overwhelmed by the speed.

... Dang, I forgot he was in track!

"Come back here!" I shouted as I ran after him. As we zipped through the living room, I noticed my mom in kitchen, still cooking as if her daughter wasn't going to murder her son.

Gosh, I thought stereotypes don't apply in real life!

I was starting to catch up to the kid as I slammed the door to the outside world open. Tsk, tsk, closing it wasn't going to stop me.

... But putting a hose on the lawn was.

I could hear the laughing of the little snot head as my head was face planted on to the muddy ground, still wet from the sprinklers earlier today, the grass getting into my mouth.

This day could not get any worst.

"Hey, you okay?"

Oh boy...

Picking up my head, my eyes met with a smiling Cody, waving at me as if I hadn't just fell down to the muddy lawn.

"What are you doing here?" I grumbled as I got back to my feet, stumbling a bit. "Who said you could be on my property?"

"Damien. He said I can come by anytime."

Great.

"What are you here for?" I asked as I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I was wondering if you were free this-"

"No."

"... But I didn't even-"

"Leave."

"... Fine," he sighed as he walked back to his lawn.

... Okay, I could've handled that much better, but my day was rotten as it was... Okay, so my days are always rotten... Hey, don't give that "Shame on you" look! Would you want your kid brother letting someone you can't stand to come whenever?

Entering back to the house and up the stairs to my suckish room, I thought, Great, Damien posted my diary on the Internet for the whole world to see, he's doing who-knows-what with it right now, I probably won't see it again, and he let Cody on whenever he feels like it. Gee, what a great day!

... Oh, hold on, my cell's ringing...

... Great, it's Trent. What does he want with me now? Better put it on answer machine...

"Yo, this is Gwen," my jet black spray painted Motorola Razr said. It was the much more cheerful and clueless tone I used to have before I turned, as my friends describe it, emo-ish. "You, or someone else, probably pissed me off or the teach confiscated this or something, so leave a message!"

BEEP!

"Uh, hey Gwen. This is Trent. Look, I know you're still mad at me. I know that you're beyond mad at me, but I wasn't thinking straight when I kissed Heather. I don't know, I was just feeling blue that you left, or I thought that you left, so I thought about hanging out with someone that's just as pretty as you if not more... Wait, that didn't come out right!"

My god, I thought as I rolled my eyes in disgust. He can't even think of a good excuse.

"Um, wait... What I meant to say was-"

"Good-bye Trent," I groaned as I shut off my cell, thus cutting his message short.

... Y'know sometimes, I wish that we were still together. We were with each other for more than a two years. Longest boyfriend I've ever had. Longest boyfriend that I know anyone has ever had in fact... And I just can't escape his smile that just makes anyone smile...

... Then again, anyone that would rather choose that witch of a girl, Heather, over me deserves to burn in hell.

"Gwenneth, dinner time!"

"Be done in a sec mom!" I called down from my second floor room.

Ugh, I hate it when she calls me by my full first name. Why can't she actually understand me and not be the stereotypically clueless parent she is now?

As I walked down towards the stairs, I passed by the room that gave me a weird vibe all the way from day one. I stopped and just stared at the crystal blue door. When we first moved in, I was completely struck in awe by the dainty color and practically begged my mom to have my room in here... But of course, she didn't listen, now did she?

...

Well, it wouldn't hurt to check out what's in there...

The door creaked in a soft tone as I attempted to open the door to the unknown room in a slow way as to not alert Mom...

There, I was greeted by a quaint, no window room. The flooring seemed as if no one had stepped on to it for years, yet at the same time, didn't contain any dust. The walls were plastered by a heavenly delightful night sky wallpaper, making it seem like you were star gazing 24/7. And the mirror at the back center?

Absolutely stupendous.

Unfortunately, before I could do anything else in the house's most heaven like room, I shuddered at the voice of the Momster. "And just do you think you're doing here?"

I turned around, attempting not to look spooked, but not sassy at the same time. "Um, nothing," I replied with a weak voice.

"How many times have I told you not to set foot into this room?"

Well actually, she hasn't said a hoot about it yet, but right now is not a good time to complain. "Several," I sighed.

"I want you to march down and eat dinner this instant. We'll talk about this later."

"Yes ma'am," I sighed as I headed straight downstairs, slowly.

Well, you can definitely say that that was strange. Even as how oblivious as she was to my life, she has never been that strange around me. Ever. And why for a room?

... Well, I'll think about that later. Right now is the time to force the answers out of Damien to where he hid my diary.

When Mom said talk, she meant grounding.

Eight weeks. How quaint.

The night after being yelled at for reasons unknown, I had an incredibly hard time sleeping. It was as if I caught a sudden case of insomnia.

... And I need to get back to that room. NOW!!

I don't know why, but after entering that room, I just had several urges during dinner to rush back into there.

... Aw what the heck, a small peek won't hurt.

Throwing off my covers, all rumpled up from twisting and turning so much, and leaving the comforts of my bed, I slowly crept into the halls, making sure that none of the floorboards would give off any noise that would wake up the Momster.

I opened the door to the absolutely perfect room, again, making sure that I did it so silent that it wouldn't cause any noise. In case it was much later than I thought, I followed the entering by closing the door shut.

There, in the room with absolutely no disturbance whatsoever, I walked up to the mirror. Really, I don't know why I was walking up to it. It was as if my... body was being controlled...

Right in front of it now, I gently touched the glass of the antique mirror that gave me so much curiosity... And the freakiest thing happened.

My fingers phased right through!

"The heck?!" I shouted which followed by my hands clasping up my mouth tightly.

...

It wouldn't hurt to try that again... What the? It's... pushing me in!

As my whole body phased through, my eyes gazed upon the new room I was now inhabiting. Much more clean, new, and dark than the one I lived in.

"Whoa..."

(1) Coraline- The 2009 claymation film based on the novel of the same name.

(2) Hentai- Anime porn (Cody's sort of portrayed as perverted in the show, so please don't press too hard on this subject).

(3) Otaku- A hardcore fan of things like anime, manga, and video games.

Please tell me what you think and, if it could help, what you think should be in the other world.